Chapter 8
That evening as Karen made her father dinner as usual, she was dressed very sexy. She wore a transparent blouse without the bra she usually wore under it. And she wore a pair of the shortest cut-off jeans that she owned.
Jim walked around the kitchen watching his daughter prepare dinner. He never did that before. Karen knew her plan was going to work.
After dinner, Karen made sure that she was sitting in a spot that would show off her body to its best advantage. So she sat on the couch between her father and the television. She knew that the light from the TV screen was shining though her blouse, giving her father a great look at her tits though the sheer material of her blouse.
Karen could feel her father's hungry eyes on her body. Before long her cunt was dripping with hot juice. She knew it was only a matter of time before she had him where she wanted him in his bed.
Meanwhile, showing her father her tits had made Karen so excited she had to go to her room and jerk off. Then she left her wet and fragrant panties where he would find them in the bathroom. Karen loved playing this game.
Once, when Karen lay in bed jerking off she had left her door slightly opened. And she knew that her father was out there watching her. And as she passed his bedroom door later, she could hear his mattress creaking as he jerked off. Karen knew that he was thinking of her as he tugged on his prick.
But the next day Karen got a shock.
"I've got a new job," Jim said as he opened a letter that just arrived. "We can leave town in a few days."
Karen would have to act fast, she knew. In fact, she would have to get her father into her pussy that very night.
"I want you to start getting your things packed, honey," he said to her.
As Karen went through the motions of sorting through her things, her mind was busy batching a plan to seduce her father. Yes, it would have to be tonight.
Karen was so excited that she couldn't help going to her room once again to jerk off. She hadn't seen her father naked since she was a very little girl, but now as she undressed she imagined what he would look like naked.
Since she'd been showing off her body for her father she had noticed that there was a good sized lump in his pants. He had a beauty of a prick, she knew.
So when Karen lay down on her bed and spread her naked thighs, she slipped three fingers up her cunt, imagining them to be her father's prick. And as she moved those fingers in and out of her tight tunnel, she tried to imagine what her father would look like with a grimace of lust on his face.
As the pleasure mounted in her, Karen let her mouth open and the sounds of her pleasure escaped into the room.
"Ooooooo," she sighed.
The thought that her father might hear her and get excited about what she was doing alone in her room made her let another sexy sigh escape from her lips. This time she sighed louder.
Then as her orgasm began to gather in her cunt, she let out a panting sound like a dog on a hot day.
Even if her father wasn't listening to her, the thought that he might be made her climax.
Karen's fingers kept sliding in the tight grip of her pussy until she couldn't bear it any longer. Then she lipped off her bed and quickly went to her door. She opened the door with the hope of finding her father there. Her heart sunk when she found he wasn't.
She took a bath, then, dressed in a loose-fitting robe, began preparing dinner. The last of the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window silhouetted her body in her robe.
When her father sat down at the table, she served him food for his eyes as well as for his stomach. She saw how his eyes followed her bobbing tits as she carried a platter of roast beef to the table.
When dinner was over, Jim remained at the table while Karen washed the dishes. She hoped the light over the sink was as good as the sun for showing off her body.
As she scrubbed the pots, she felt her ass wiggling back and forth in the robe. Jim was getting an exciting view, she knew.
But she had to keep the show climbing to a climax she couldn't let her father cool down. So, when the dishes were done, Karen went into the living room and sat down opposite from her father's favorite chair.
Throwing a leg over the arm of her chair, she exposed the silky skin of one inner thigh. When she felt a cool draft on her pussy she was afraid she might be getting too bold, but then she realized that there could be no such thing as "too bold" now. After all, she had to get her father into her bed that very night.
"I'm going down to the basement to pack up my shop tools," Jim said when he came into the room.
But when he saw his daughter sitting there in her sexy loveliness he sank into his seat, forgetting about everything else. Karen pretended to read a magazine. From the corner of her eye, however, she was watching her father watching her.
She knew that her dark nipples could be seen though the fabric of her robe. And, in order to make herself even more alluring, she reached up to the neck line of her robe, slipped her hand inside, and lightly scratched one tit. When her hand went back down to her magazine, her tit was left partly exposed.
When she saw her father pick up the newspaper she was afraid he'd grown tired of the view. She looked up, though, and saw him peering over the paper at her. Their eyes met momentarily, and then they both looked down again. But now they both knew what was happening, whether they admitted it or not.
Karen pretended to get even more involved in her magazine, so when she twisted in her chair and gave her father a good shot of her naked crotch, she could appear to be unaware that she was exposed. Jim turned the pages of the paper, but Karen knew his eyes were on her pussy.
Jim had seen his daughter glance up, catching him looking at her over his paper. But he still couldn't quite believe she was showing him her cunt purposely.
In any case, the sight was filling him with overwhelming horniness. He had seen her fleecy pussy several times lately, and each time he had been more eager for it despite his attitude toward incest.
Karen's posture on the chair now gave Jim one of the best views of her cunt, however. He could clearly see her cuntal mouth though that silken hair. And below that furry delta, her tender asscheeks showed plump and soft.
Jim couldn't help imagining himself pressing his head to that warm junction. Incest be damned. But, still, he didn't for a moment think his daughter would welcome his advances.
His prick had stiffened, and the newspaper hid his hand as he stroked the hard rod through his pants. Karen could feel her pussy moistening as the thrill of showing off her cunt had its effect. She was also excited by the task that lay before her, that is, getting her father's prick into the hot lips he was now staring at.
"I think I'll turn in early," Jim said suddenly.
At first Karen was surprised that her father was leaving the view she was offering him. Then she realized what his reason must be. Naturally, he had to jerk off after studying that beautiful sight, and Karen knew she was about to get a chance to fulfill her desire.
"Good night," she said, turning her face up and puckering her lips.
They had always kissed goodnight, but now Jim seemed reluctant. But, he came to his daughter and peeked down her robe at her tits as he touched her lips with his own. Karen noticed he limped and saw the lump in his crotch.
She waited a few minutes after her father had climbed the stairs, then followed, quietly. His door was closed. Karen's heart was throbbing as she crept up to the door and listened. Just as she'd expected, the sound of his bed bouncing slightly could be heard. She knew what she had to do.
Taking a deep breath, Karen tried to steady herself but her hand trembled as she reached for the door knob. Then, as naturally as possible, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
"Can I come in?" she said, just as she had rehearsed it in her mind on her way up the stairs.
She stood frozen in pretended shock as though she hadn't expected the sight that met her eyes. Her performance pleased her, but the very genuine lust she was experiencing helped her play the part.
On his bed, her father was lying naked with his stiff prick in his hand. His expression showed the horror he felt at being caught. After the initial shock wore off Jim flubbed at his blankets, hiding his cock.
"Karen!" he shouted crossly, but that was all he said, for the girl had started toward him.
Jim couldn't imagine what she was about to do. His face was an embarrassed blank. He felt his hunger for the young girl battling with his horror of incest.
"Dad," Karen said softly, approaching his bed.
They were both speechless, but Karen kept walking toward him. Jim clutched the covers over his lower body, but didn't shrink away from what was going to happen. In another second, Karen was sliding into the bed beside him.
Slithering under the blanket, she pressed herself to him. Something seemed to snap inside Jim. He broke the bonds of his shocked constraint. Letting go of the blanket, Jim grabbed his daughter.
His hands filled with her swelling tits and ass. Had he forgotten how fantastic a supple woman's body felt, or was this chick something special? In any case, his daughter made him burn with desperate passion.
"Karen, Karen," he gasped. "This isn't right. But, Goddamn it, I can't help myself!"
"Don't worry about anything, Dad. Just fuck me."
Karen was glad her plan was working. But more important, her father's hard cock pressing against her promised a great fuck. She needed to feel a big prick in her; after all, it had been a while since her last fuck.
Pressing his mouth to his daughter's, Jim pushed his tongue deep, tasting her saliva. He could tell by the way Karen was wrapping her legs around him, grinding her wet pussy on his hip, that she was not a newcomer to this sport.
As he sunk his fingers into the ripe softness of her jugs, he felt her strong but delicate fingers massaging his shoulders and back.
When Jim felt his daughter's hand slide down his stomach to where his cock head was squeezed between them, he trembled in anticipation. Her fingers played over the head, then ran down the shaft to his balls. Moving to the side, he let his prick spring free so she could manipulate it without hindrance.
Karen's fingers wrapped lightly around his prick and moved the skin gently up and down. But even that slight pumping made Jim arch his back in the grip of ecstasy. When she took her mouth away from his and began moving down his body, Jim squirmed with the knowledge that he was in for a real treat.
As he watched his girl crawl between his legs, his prick still gripped in her fist, Jim fought with his conscience. This was incest, but it was beyond his power to resist. He couldn't remember ever being so excited.
"Karen, I never dreamed I would ever feel your naked body on mine, but I have to admit I've been thinking about it lately," he said.
"Mmmmm, so have I, Dad. You're the most exciting guy I ever knew!"
Jim saw her pink tongue flash and felt its wet surface wipe across his prick knob. He shivered. His prick pulsed powerfully in his daughter's grip. She licked the bulb a few more times, then her mouth hung open and her head descended.
"Ahhhh," Jim gasped as he felt her hot mouth surrounding his cock.
The sight of his shaft thrust into his daughter's face was almost as exciting as the physical sensation. Her eyes were closed as though she were concentrating on her sucking. Her tongue moved around the puffed head like a lazy snake, but the effect was profound.
"Oh, Karen, honey!" he squealed. "Oh, God. Uhhh. That feels so damn good!"
Karen took her mouth from the head and kissed her way down the shaft to his balls. After kissing and licking those nuggets, she straddled him and dragged her cunt over his chest, leaving a trail of fragrant juice mingling with his sweat.
Jim watched his daughter coming toward his face. Her tits swung and swayed. Her cunt could be seen spread on his heaving body, and Jim's mouth watered with eagerness for her to reach his mouth.
Easing her knees over Jim's arms, Karen lifted her pussy from his chest and brought it over his face. The cunt odor enveloped his face as he watched the spread gash come into range. As he stuck out his tongue, he looked up and saw Karen looking down at him. Her passionate face was framed between her heavy tits.
As soon as he tasted his daughter's simmering twat, Jim's head was clouded with the drunkenness of her cunt liquor. Nothing in the world counted except the cunt on his face and the intense pleasure it was giving him. His tongue moved with a life of its own as he gave himself up to animal lust.
"Oh, mmmm ooooooh," Karen moaned.
She was surprised at the strength and speed with which her father's tongue raped her. Even Billy's cunt sucking technique seemed mild in comparison.
Karen wondered if her father could breathe as he buried his mouth and nose in her soaking cunt. She knew that he must be drinking huge quantities of her juice.
Clutching his daughter's ass, Jim moved her hips in one direction while he moved his face in the opposite direction. His tongue circled the portal of her tunnel then speared it so deeply his teeth pressed into her tender lips. When his tongue was as high up that flowing chamber as he could get it, he fluttered it with all his might.
"Uhhh. Ooooooh. AHHHHHH!" Karen cried as her body flailed. "I'm coming. Yeaaaaa!"
Although, in her desperate condition, she couldn't form the words, her father got the idea. He kept his tongue screwing and fluttering even though it had begun to ache with the effort. Karen leaned forward and pressed the bud of her clit on his nose.
Grabbing the headboard of the bed, Karen came while her father looked up past her muff at her bouncing tits.
After a precious few seconds of pure joy, Karen's body melted into a sweaty heap beside her father. Jim, however, was charged with eager greed. He unfolded his daughter's limp arms and legs, opening her to his attack. Covering her heaving chest with his own, he brought his cock to her spread crotch, and guided it into her slot.
With a deft movement of his hips, Jim filled his daughter with his stiff meat, making them both gasp with rapture. The exquisite feeling of having his prick in the confines of her cunt made Jim change his mind once and for all about incest. The cunt around his cock now was the tightest and sweetest one he'd ever experienced.
"Dad, you're so big," Karen groaned. "It feels like your splitting me in two."
"Does it hurt?" Jim asked solicitously.
"Nooo. It feels great," she breathed. "Fuck me, stab me."
Jim began pumping. Karen followed his thrusts with counter thrusts. While they lunged their hips together, Jim kissed his daughter again, giving her a taste of her own pussy from the juice smeared on his face. Never had either of them worked so hard, expended so much energy, but the teasing and peeking they had been engaged in for the last week had stored up huge quantities of lust in each of them. That lust was suddenly pouring out in the form of mad fucking.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh," Jim moaned every time his prick was sent high up that hot tube.
"Come on, come on. Fuck me! Oh, let me have more," Karen answered.
Loud slapping sounds filled the room as their tummies hit. A liquid sloshing could also be heard as Jim's fat cock churned Karen's copious cunt syrup.
Nearing his orgasm, Jim suddenly lifted his chest from Karen's. Supporting himself on his knees, he continued fucking with the view of her body stretched out before him.
The sight of her great, wobbling tits, the look on her face, and his cock plunging into her pink lips, increased Jim's pleasure until he was trembling. Then with a piercing scream, he began filling her with spurt after spurt of rich cream.
Karen felt the ejaculation. The sight of her father's face brought her near a second climax. But when Jim had shot his last and was collapsing on top of her, she hadn't quite reached it. So, she closed her legs, clamping the shrinking cock tightly in her, and began rocking her hips desperately.
Jim realized what she was trying to do. He began pumping again. Together, they managed to squeeze that second orgasm from her. Then they let every muscle in their bodies relax.
"Karen, I don't know what to say," Jim said after a while. "I don't know what to think, either."
"Don't think about it at all," Karen said. "Just enjoy it."
They lay like that for almost an hour. Finally, Jim rolled off the girl and sent her to her own room.
"I have so much to think about," he said. "We'll have to have a talk tomorrow. I have to get this straightened out."
Of course, Karen knew exactly what he was thinking. He would have no choice but to forgive Ann and Billy now. She was so excited she wanted to call them, but she knew that that would be dangerous. If her father overheard such a conversation, all would be lost. She would have to wait until the next day.
Karen could hardly fall asleep with the happiness bursting within her.